Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 883

Seven in the evening.

After knocking off work, Maja hopped into her ride.

Zoey was still playing the role of her/driver, taking her back to Rosewood Manor.

Maja was beaten today. Ever since Jeff dropped the bomb on her, she’s been on edge, just trying to keep her calm.

When Zoey steered the car onto a deserted road, she had this gut feeling that they were being tailed by a few vehicles.

“Ms. Pennyfeather, those cars behind us.”

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw those cars speed up and charge straight at them!

Zoey, horrified, slammed the gas, her face turning as white as–a–sheet.

But her driving skills were just so–so and she couldn’t shake off the cars chasing them.

In a flash, they were surrounded by three cars.

Maja straightened up in the backseat, her eyes icy cold. After a while, she finally spoke, “Zoey, how good a swimmer are you?”

“Not too shabby.”

“Can you look out for yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Drive the car into the river. Once we’re in the water, save yourself first.”

“But, Ms. Pennyfeather.”

in sweat. Driving into the river

to live, this is our only

were out for blood. It was clear

dead if they didn’t take

her eyes shut, drove straight onto the bridge, smashing through

loud crash grabbed the attention of nearby cars, many

water, Zoey rolled down the windows and also helped Maja roll

dizzy, coupled with a strong sense of vertigo, she didn’t have much

her, she lost her breath

skills were barely enough to save herself. She was initially swimming up, but seeing Maja not following, she didn’t think twice and quickly swam back.

even if it meant risking her life,

a figure dived in from the surface, quickly

she’d only get in the way

suffocation, a pair of hands pulled her

already dizzy from lack of oxygen and couldn’t see

out and felt like her chest was about to explode from the water

she about to die?

cradled her waist, and after reaching the shore, he

a sea of activity, with police

and police were shouting through

to save people, but it was eerily quiet where Maja

lit by streetlights, only the faint light reflected

dimness, it was enough for him to see

soaking wet, her face as pale as a ghost, and her lips were also very pale.

about to die, feeling like she couldn’t breathe, as if she was walking

someone pressing

times, then felt some air being passed

too real and natural as if it had

she heard

so careless? Are you feeling a bit better?”